Httyd: The Lost King of Ice (AU)

Awkward Truths and a Adorable Liar

"Hi...Dad, what's for dinner tonight?" Allie asked with as much confidence as she could muster.

"It's about to be you and your dragon if you don't start explaining what the bloody hell you kids were thinking!" Georg's angry yet disappointed tone had dwindled some of that confidence Allie built up.

The Storm-Wolves, Grandfather Spikeknucles, Sven, and many of the villagers were now staring at the two. Allie was known to disobey her fathers orders and rules, but Georg has never been this angry about it.

"We..." she started, "We wanted to prove to everyone that we were able to handle Bonecleaver!" Allie slightly raised her voice, that confidence she had had been reawakened.

"And look at what happened," Georg nearly glared at his daughter, "All of you could've been killed!"

"You're lucky you managed to keep all your limbs for that matter." Georg sighed.

"Bonecleaver is using Speed Stinger venom in arrows to paralyze his targets! We wouldn't have learned that if we didn't go after him today!" Allie sprang up from her position on the grass, nearly glaring at her father.

The villagers gasped. Speed Stingers are incredibly dangerous, but when they are controlled or even enslaved by humans...they become even worse.

"Chief, with all due respect, it would be wiser if we settled this later." Spikeknucles wisely spoke up, "Just be glad everyone is back home safe and sound for right now."

Georg took a deep breath and then sighed. He stared down at his daughters rebellious expression before his face grew soft and worried. "Come on, let's eat...then we'll discuss this."

Allie huffed and turned back to help her dragon. The Storm-Wolves looked concerned for their friend, and shameful that they didn't stay behind with her. Their dragons almost mimicked their riders.

Georg turned to Sven, even though the two do not like each other, this is a shared enemy that they have to deal with. Georg knows he has to be respectful to Sven until all of this is over.

"Skrillheart, you are welcomed to join my village for dinner, I believe we should also discuss things later." Georg offered the slightly older Viking.

"Sorry Deathripper, I'll have to decline this offer. I need to talk to my Wife about a few things first...if you'd accept, my Nephew and Crowcruncher here can join your village on my behalf," Sven smacked a hand against Crows back, sending him face first into the dirt.

Crowcruncher spat out some of the dirt and wiped his face. "Sorry, son," Sven apologized.

"Gladly, have a goodnight Skrillheart," Georg respectfully answered.

"To you as well, Deathripper!" Sven started his way back to his island. Allie stared after him, she's been listening ever since he had mentioned his nephew.

Georg sighed one last time before he headed up towards the base of Wolf-head mountain, where the Hall of Wolves is located. The villagers of Howling Island followed a few seconds after him.

The Storm-Wolves stared at each other for a few moments and then looked over at Allie who had a thoughtful expression. She suddenly turned towards them after the villagers were far enough away.

"Grunt, Torunn, I need to talk to you two at dinner." She said rather suspiciously.

...

The entire hall was erupting with Viking madness, food was thrown, drinks were spilled, weapons were launched, and bones were broken. It's the usual Viking thing during a feast.

The Hall of Wolves was located inside the base of Wolf-head mountain, it was quite the massive hall. It could easily fit nearly all of the dragons on Howling Island. Thick pillars supported the caves ceiling, patterns of Wolves were everywhere and on everything. They do love their Wolves.